The confident young master of the Ye family walked to the weapons rack and repeatedly picked out one weapon after another whose sharp edges were highlighted by the sunlight. He couldn't hold it for more than two breaths, so he shook his head and put it back. The Feiying Sword, Chenxuan Sword, etc. made by a blacksmith were countless times better than these pieces of scrap metal. In the end, they turned around in vain and turned around to respond to the enemy with their fists and palms.
Ye Yumi's fists and palms cooperated with each other, like the hands of Buddhist Amitabha, and he said seriously: "Come."
Fang Haiding, who was furious, thought that the other party was looking down on him, and suddenly became angry in his heart. He took five steps in one step and rushed out with a knife, intending to cut his throat with the knife and directly end this good-for-nothing dude who dared to underestimate him.
Ye Yumi stood up straight and slashed with the silver knife from the left side. Before it came, he had already prepared his momentum. He moved his head back by three points, just in time to avoid the slash. He then stretched out his palm to deflect the silver knife, leaving the remaining He used the remaining momentum to punch out.
Fang Haiding was furious as he staggered back. How could a dandy from an aristocratic family be superior to him in skill? Ye Yumi, who seems to despise his opponents, is actually doing his best. Some people specialize in boxing and palm skills. For them, hands are the best weapons. If they hold a sword, it will be a kind of imprisonment.
Ye Yumi had the upper hand with one move and was not in a hurry to keep up. He stood still in order to fight steadily. When the opponent attacked again, Ye Yumi easily turned sideways and delivered a thick kick, and the two sides gradually opened up the distance.
Ye Yumi exchanged fists and palms, and his momentum increased by one. He was obviously going to switch from defense to offense. This time, without waiting for the opponent to attack, he got close first and hit the opponent's chest with a palm. The mixed dark energy poured into Fang Haiding's body. The energy in his body was suddenly disordered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The former followed closely and kicked the latter to the ground.
Ye Yumi made a coherent move without leaving any room, preparing to grab his shoulder with one hand and throw him down. Fang Haiding, who was retreating steadily, hurriedly swung his knife, using his advance as a retreat to resist. Ye Yumi changed the direction with one hand and struck with a palm. Fang Haiding suddenly felt pain on his right shoulder and the silver knife fell.
As the general trend turned, Ye Yumi was about to send him off the stage again. Fang Haiding rolled away regardless of the pain in his hand. In panic, he kicked out at random, and it hit Ye Yumi on the back. Killing intent suddenly burst into his heart. He kicked up the silver knife that had fallen to the ground, held it tightly with his left hand, and stabbed straight at the opponent who had always had the upper hand, without missing a beat.
Ye Yumi, who was unable to regroup his strength at this moment, also felt the murderous intention. Fang Hai decided that he was planning to trade injury for death. Ye Yumi originally wanted to turn around and give a palm, but he was immediately discouraged. In front of his life, no one else could. It is worth mentioning that he continued to rush forward without hesitation and took the initiative to sweep down the martial arts stage.
Li Jingqiu in the audience suppressed his murderous intention and almost made a move.
Ye Yumi looked at the fierce-looking madman on the stand and shuddered as if he was being stared at by a wolf. He walked straight back to Zhang Ling and said with a little fear: "What a madman. If this guy is also in the academy, he will spend all day Just looking at it makes one's heart tremble, as if one day the knife will actually fall on the neck."
Li Jingqiu stared at Fang Haiding who was walking down the other side, and whispered to himself: "No need to worry, the academy will not care about people whose hearts are unpredictable, but their minds must not be bad."
Li Jingqiu turned and shouted: "Zhang Ling, Xiong Wanshan."
When it was Zhang Ling's turn, he slowly walked onto the martial arts stage and felt a slight vibration under his feet. He was not surprised. Looking at the huge thing jumping up from the opposite side, Xiong Wanshan had just seen Zhang Ling in the audience. It was not because of this big man's strength. With such a weight, there is no need for such shocking boldness. Just standing on the street is enough to scare away pedestrians.
Although he was big, Xiong Wanshan had a simple and honest personality and smiled casually: "Zhang Ling, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise we wouldn't even be qualified to stand here. It's a pity that we didn't see you take action. I, old Xiong, have to learn a lesson today." Learn from it.”
Zhang Ling stood upright, but gave people a sense of erraticness. He smiled and said: "That's really an honor. Do you mind if I take action first?"
The honest and honest man really did not refuse. Zhang Ling walked towards him slowly at first, looking harmless. When the two were eight steps apart, Zhang Ling suddenly froze in place for a moment. But in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was already only a few steps. Three steps.
The shadow stopped, Zhang Ling directly used the shadow step that he had never used before, and then hit the unprepared Xiong Wanshan with a cloud punch. His energy collapsed and he fell backwards. Zhang Ling used him to fall Due to the heavy force of the ground, Tai Chi used his strength to push out with both palms, and the big man landed with a crash.
Fortunately, the big guy who fell from the high platform was not seriously injured due to his rough skin and thick flesh. He looked at Zhang Ling with an innocent face and said, "They are indeed treacherous and cunning. If I had known, I should have listened to them and not talked to you. "
Zhang Ling jumped off the high platform, put a hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later. Don't lose the competition as if you lost your parents."
Zhang Ling naturally had no advantage and couldn't afford it early. He knew that this was the grandson of Xiong Zhongqi, who was the editor of Taishi Academy, so he got better with him. Although the official was neither big nor small, he was still a piece of meat, but Zhang Ling mainly wanted to see this stupid big man. He has an innocent and straightforward personality, otherwise it would be really undesirable. No matter how delicious the food is, who would dare to eat it?
On top of the luxurious high-rise pavilion, Song Qingtian had a look of surprise on his face and said in a slightly surprised voice: "Oh! Qinggong Yingying, a person from Yaowang Valley."
Chen Liuren, who has been lying in the palace all year round, also fought on the battlefield when he was still the crown prince. Naturally, he saw Zhang Ling's steps clearly and said with a smile: "It seems that the academy has gained a lot this time. But why does this Ling Zhen look familiar the more he looks at it?" .”
Chen Liuren's pupils shrank and he kept looking at the dagger in Zhang Ling's hand. Unfortunately, he never pulled it out, which made it difficult for the king to make a decision.
Chen Liuren asked: "Do you know where this Ling came from?"
Song Qingtian was surprised for the second time today. He glanced sideways at the Emperor Chen Guo who rarely asked a young man in his life, and explained: "The only information about him that the academy only knows is that he was a merchant. The rest, or as long as Someone is investigating that Luochuan County, and neither the Academy nor the imperial court's Jinluo spies are able to penetrate deeply. The information Wu Zhi collected should have come from Mingtang, but it was still not enough."
Chen Liuren suddenly seemed a little sentimental and said softly: "Zong Chentian seems to be there."
Song Qingtian felt confused, his brows relaxed, as if he suddenly became enlightened.
In the martial arts field, according to the progress of the competition, the next one will naturally be Song Linjie and Mo Li, who have been competing within the illusion array. Two martial arts geniuses of the same generation jumped onto the high platform at the same time. The momentum of the one holding the sword suddenly rose. I don't know if it was due to the practice of Kung Fu. The reason was that the fire pattern knife in his hand could clearly feel a trace of warmth around him. The other man held the blade with both hands, one with his left hand facing up and one with his right hand facing down.
The two of them struck almost at the same time. When they approached as fast as thunder, Mo Li naturally moved around, hoping to get the quickest result. However, before his left hand blade could slash, Song Linjie reacted in a flash and subconsciously responded with an elbow strike. , the blow actually landed on Mo Li's abdomen. He turned over and jumped back to land. Although the fight against Song Linjie was effective this time, it was obviously dispensable.
Chen Liuren, who had long known that Song Linjie was someone else's grandson, was in a good mood and asked casually: "Who do you think will win among the two below?"
Song Qingtian said without reservation: "If Mo Li can become a giant, he will probably also learn the Mo family's mechanism skills. With Song Linjie's current level of strength, the chance of winning is probably not good."
